Somehow I ended up writing fic again! For a very shiny kids movie, of all things. I can't help it; Rise of the Guardians has a disgruntled snarky bastard. I am so very weak to those. I challenged Flidget to find my fill on the anon meme, with a very specific set of cues. . . . It took awhile. But she got there in the end. XDFlidget:

5:36 PM Oh God

OH GOD

you wrote Pitch North buddycop fic

5:37 PM this was not predicted

And then, I made her beta it. XD Thank you, Flidget. If the bunnies stop pestering me for a sequel, I might actually make the other two fics I'm working on gel together into something I can post. *rubs hands together* Without further ado:

Midnight Sun

The one where Santa Claus and the Boogeyman take an accidental field trip to the Arctic in summer. Pitch wishes to fire his travel agent in the most literal sense. North thinks it's just like old times. Clearly this is all North's fault.

So, I have actually been trying to write lately! Naturally, it's not actually the start of anything useful, oh no. It's the backstory of the backstory for Odin's Children. Also known as the most boring set-up ever for anyone who is not me. This is mostly my sitting around and going "So, if I was setting up an experiment with 200 human test subjects for genetic engineering, how would I do it?" (Use a vector virus with a high infection success rate. Two locations, one control, one not. Clean hallways, dirty hallways, gender-segregated dorms, isolation rooms for successful subjects, la la la la.)

I drew diagrams, people. I could probably write the protocol with a bit (a lot) more research. And it's aaaaaaall in there, sort of. I'm also totally bullshitting the names, because Onuris gets a much cooler moniker later on that fits my naming scheme (which is actually kind of apropos of nothing, but it sounds cool.) The other character was initially named by someone else, and I forget what his full name was supposed to be, so I am just grasping at straws completely.

And this is just the set up before I totally whallop the ever-loving crap out of them. Poor boys. (If you're a main character, the smaller the odds, the greater the chances they apply to you. Be genre-savvy!)